“Don’t examine your feelings. Never examine your feelings — they’re no help at all.” Patricia Campbell Hearst “All rituals are destined to become obsolete sooner or later when they become mere empty shells which have lost their transformative powers. They can persist, of course, through a kind of cultural inertia which sustains their dynamic. TheirContinue reading “Fragments”
— And we talk over pitchers, of Grolsch, in Carling 4 pint jugs, plastic, at Rowans, about the class system, but really, it’s the Union Jack in my pocket that means the most to me, the faded dreams of the Commonwealth, the travesty of Zimbabwe, the fact a knighthood had to be rescinded in theContinue reading “Union Jack Leaving”
In heaven, as it is on Earth: Love comes first.
I’m in the Jack Horner with some of Academic Editorial drinking a Guinness and it tastes bad and costs me £4. I should have gotten a London Pride like Andrew ordered. Poland score a goal. We take a table that’s not meant for us and are moved. Two more people arrive but I have to leave.Continue reading “‘It is a Friday’”
Your hair is as blackAs a raven’s dream.This dark complimentThrills you. It thrills me to make it,To take it, to shape it, because I love you.I love everything about you. It thrills me to be thisThrilled by you.Your gimlet eyes fix Mine,Continue reading “‘Compliment’”
‘Michael and the phone: 1’ Michael was staring at the phone in front of him. Michael stared at the phone that lay on the table in front of him. He’d been looking at it for a while. He remained unsure of what to do. He put the box of matches he’d been toying with downContinue reading “Mud”
Luxurious, these leather seats, and that clear, contoured glass. As fresh as this mint, as tacticle as the gears through the mid-30s and 40s. Around a tight bend, Ermina felt her chest strain against the seatbelt and became conscious of her top, lower than she’d normally wear, and her bra, more supportive and ostentatious thanContinue reading “Ballet Pumps”